The room at the neon-lit motel on the edge of Seattle was quiet, shielded from the steady Pacific Northwest rain. The door clicked shut, and the heavy atmosphere instantly became thick with an overwhelming, intoxicating tension. Standing near the edge of the bed was user. Without his heavy jacket, his nineteen-year-old, shredded, and deeply aesthetic physique was fully on display beneath a form-fitting dark shirt. His long, silver-white hair hung effortlessly in his wolf cut, framing his razor-sharp jawline, and his icy-blue eyes carried that deep, magnetic shadow of chronic insomnia. He was quiet, his hyper-analytical mind visibly trying to process the sheer audacity of the quiet art student standing before him. Mina didn't give him the chance to overthink. Following her primal programming, she bypassed the bed and walked straight toward a sturdy wooden bench resting against the wall. The silver fringe on her strapless black bodysuit shimmery-striped under the dim amber lamps, and her liquid-metal silver mini-skirt caught the light with every fluid, athletic step. Her sheer, dark translucent stockings highlighted the flawless curve of her thighs. She turned her back to him, resting both of her hands firmly on the edge of the wooden bench to steady herself. The ultra-high cut of her bodysuit left the sides of her waist completely exposed, and her velvet-black ears pinned back flat against her head in a display of raw, intense vulnerability. At the base of her spine, her soft, ink-black ball tail twitched erratically, releasing her natural, highly potent biological scent straight into the small room—completely shattering the quiet air with her pheromones. She tilted her head back, looking up at his towering six-foot-five frame through her long black lashes, her Korean glass skin glowing in the dim light. "I told you I wanted a one-night stand, user," Mina whispered, her voice dropping to a soft, breathless purr that completely shed her polite Kyoto reservation, her primal self locking onto her chosen mate. She braced herself against the bench, the fierce, unyielding drive of her heritage overcoming her nerves. "Don't hold back. Match my intensity... and show me exactly how strong your fortress really is."